TEST DRIVE MEME #5.

[acatamods]

I ▫ main IV ▫ premise       XI ▫ applications XIV ▫ activity II ▫ logs V ▫ rules VII ▫ bestiary   IX ▫ canon updates XII ▫ taken XV ▫ drop/hiatus III ▫ ooc VI ▫ faq VIII ▫ setting   X ▫ mods XIII ▫ reserves XVI ▫ players test drive meme #5 It happens in the blink of an eye. One moment, you are home. Perhaps you are with your family, perhaps you are at work. It's a completely normal day . . . and then, suddenly, your stomach drops. You are overcome with a sudden sense of vertigo. You cannot see up, or down, or where you are. You fall flat on your face. It's bright, warm, and humid . . . for now. Weirdly, the weather seems to be entirely in flux. One moment, it is warm and humid, and within the next handful of hours, it is starting to snow. Whatever is going on with Astoria seems to be messing with the atmosphere of the Temple, and as a result, you are having something of a wild entrance to Acatalepsy. It takes a few seconds for you to gain composure and catch your breath. You are surrounded by ancient stone buildings, with carvings you do not recognize etched into the stone. There's a sense of nausea, overwhelming and sudden, when you realize you aren't in Kansas anymore. Indeed, it seems as if you have fallen down the rabbit hole. A weird, mysterious, snowing-yet-humid rabbit hole. THE TEMPLE OF BEGINNINGS. Welcome to the "Home Base" of Astoria's Circle. What the actual name of the base is called is lost to the ages, and there's no sense of where you could find it, unless you started asking around. At any rate, this is a central hub of the Circle, a place of powerful magic and mysterious energy. It is a scattering of ancient stone buildings and for the most part, it looks abandoned . . . except for what seems to be a few items, some rooms taken, items moved or organized, even a small garden planted. These are just the smallest hints that there are people here that have been here before you arrived. Overall, it's fairly beautiful. However, it is definitely not modern. Upon exploration, you find that the buildings are kept up by some kind of magic. Some of the rooms have items, things from other Circle members already settled, and others appear to be unclaimed. Pick your rooms, explore the grounds, see the beauty and wonder all around you in such a magical place. However, be careful -- there is some additional movement around the Temple that seems specific to the time of year. HAPPY UN-BIRTHDAY. The kitchen has become overtaken with a flurry of activity. Vines have woven their way into the area of the Temple typically reserved for food, and there is a massive tea party! What a splendiferous thing -- surely this can't be all that bad. There is such a massive array of food here that it almost seems impossible to know where to start . . . tea and cookies set out with messages that read “EAT/DRINK ME." Well, if you insist. However . . . certain foods and drinks have certain effects upon your person that are wholly unexpected. Well, drat. If you taste the rosehip tea, you are suddenly infatuated with the first individual you lay eyes on. They are everything to you. You think you may even want to propose, immediately, right now. Weddings, I love weddings! Tasting the ladyfingers will cause you to spill your deepest secrets to whoever is nearby. Have a secret crush? Not anymore! The entire room has to know about it, and you somehow can't seem to shut up about whatever you've been trying to keep quiet. A sip of the chamomile tea will cause you to become ridiculously sleepy. That corner looks like a particularly delightful place to take a nap, doesn't it? Maybe someone else wants to nap too. The Madeline cakes cause a ridiculously high spike in happiness. Nothing can get you down, not even the grumpiest of people. Smile, smile, smile! You need to spread this joy to everyone in your reach. A nibble of the scones will prevent you from lying. . . and, in addition, you will be brutally honest on whatever question you're asked. Maybe now is a bad time to give an opinion on your friend's outfit or new haircut, hm? And, finally, the Earl Grey tea will cause an enhancement of your Astoria given powers. Make sure you have that under control, or you may accidentally blow out a window, depending on what it is. YOU'RE LATE, YOU'RE LATE. The Unseen Servants will be a little, well, mad. Not that anyone will be able to see them, but there will seem to be things moving around the Temple at random, whether they be sheets, clothing, food, furniture, etc. with very little if any logical reason to it. It almost appears like the sheets and the like are moving throughout the air without any rhyme or reason to it . . . someone certainly isn't happy that the Temple is all astray. In addition, the Unseen Servants may also be attempting to steal things off of you. After all, you are also new to their world, and they want to make sure everything is put into their proper place, so beware any silent mischievous Unseen Servants dipping hands into pockets. Also . . . some of the rooms in the Temple are shifting around. Certain entryways could lead you to a select location at random. You may have thought you were entering your room, but it appears you’ve wound up in someone else’s. Or the bathhouse. Or the forest. Either way, you may find yourself lost for a bit...until the Temple decides to stop playing tricks on you. Keep track of your location, or you may wind up in the Forest of the Fey by mistake. OFF WITH YOUR HEAD. Should you approach the fighting ring, you’ll find that isn’t quite what you’d expect — there are no training dummies to be found, the rusted gates are colored a lavish gold, and the dirt ground has been replaced with a red and black checkered flooring. More notably, the ring itself seems to have expanded to make way for seating so that it’s become more of an arena than anything. There is an audience of spectators: many of them are typically known as the bestiary of this Temple. They are a bit more, er, refined and chatty today. When you enter, the gates will shut behind you. They will not budge. You have now entered a makeshift Royal Court. Suddenly, a playing card manifests in your hand. It might be… A Heart: A princess-like figure is displayed on this card. She appears to be singing. A Diamond: A gallant knight-like figure is displayed on this card. He appears to be fighting. A Queen: A refined queen-like figure is displayed on this card. She sits atop a throne, her finger pointed right at you. A King: A triumphant-king like figure is displayed on this card. He stands on a podium for all to see. A Joker: A jester-like figure is displayed on this card. He is dancing, laughing, and making a general fool of himself. On the back reads a message that states “This card withholds your role. You’ll be permitted to leave once we are thoroughly entertained. Best of luck!” No further instruction is given. Those who have entered with you are in the same predicament. How will you interpret your card? Who are you stuck with and how will you satisfy the audience? Or are you a member of the audience instead? Either way, good luck getting out — it’s up to you! COMMUNICATIONS. Upon arriving, you will notice on whichever is your non-dominant hand, you will have a fairly simply screen. A smart watch, if you will. Upon exploration, you will find that it has a directory of all those here with you at the Temple of Beginnings- names, and access to a direct message to them. The watch also has video, audio, and text capabilities, as well as what looks like a collection of messages sent to everyone who wishes to open them. This is your 'network', and also how Astoria can reach out and communicate with you. There is nothing keeping you from removing and/or losing your watch! But remember that you will not have access to this network without it. OOC: Also feel free to join us and other possible players on our discord server! enjoy! ♥

Comments

[metalcrusher]

BIRDS.

[Distractingly, Mettaton "drinks" some of the tea thoughtfully. It doesn't really matter what sort it is, because its effects are lost on him: he's only going through the motions. Before the liquid can touch his body, however, he stops and jerks the teacup over his shoulder a la the ladyfinger so that its contents are projected out of the cup in a liquid arch, which splatters against the wall.]

HOW QUAINT. IT'S PLAIN, BUT SOMEHOW UNEXPECTED... AND FAR LESS ELABORATE OF AN INTEREST THAN, SAY, LIKING WEIRD FOREIGN CARTOONS. ... I LOVE IT! ALL RIGHT. AS A ROBOT, DISPENSING FACTS IS ONE OF MY MANY FEATURES. THOUGH IT RUNS AMONG MY LEAST APPRECIATED ONES... UNDERSTANDABLY. THERE'S SO MUCH ELSE TO LOVE.

[He makes a noise akin to clearing his throat and sets the empty teacup down before assuming a very neutral pose. His screen adorns a randomized array of yellow and red squares.]

FACT: BIRDS ARE INCREDIBLY SLOW FLIERS. THEIR TOP SPEED IS ABOUT 8.985-REPEATING METERS PER HOUR, MAKING THEM SIGNIFICANTLY SLOWER THAN AIRPLANES, DOGS, AND ROBOTS.

[dogwood]

[ Ah, there goes the tea, splashing against the wall and definitely not being consumed. Jun chooses to not comment on that. ]

I'm pretty unremarkable.

[ But birds, yes please. He waits for Mettaton's bird fact and nods along, agreeable. Mostly. ]

Where are you getting this information?

[metalcrusher]

WHY? DOES IT DISAGREE WITH YOU SOMEHOW? BIRDS WHO FLY AT A REMARKABLY SLOW PACE WOULD BE SADDENED TO HEAR YOU DENY THEIR EXISTENCE.

[Mettaton side-steps the question about the resource for his "facts". Figuratively, as he has no feet to step with.]

[dogwood]

I guess there have to be some bringing the average down. Are you counting birds that can't fly in this calculation?

[ Careful with all that sidestepping, bud, Jun's narrowing the amount of ground he has to step on. ]

[metalcrusher]

NOW YOU'RE THINKING! FOR EVERY FAST BIRD, THERE MUST BE ONE TO REDUCE THE STATISTICAL AVERAGE BY PROVIDING A NUMBER THAT IS ROUGHLY ZERO.

[Yes! Let's go with that. Flightless birds are a concept he knows exists, at least.]

NOW THAT I HAVE SUCCESSFULLY FULFILLED YOUR DESIRE FOR AN AVIAN FACT... WON'T YOU DIVULGE MORE ABOUT YOURSELF, GORGEOUS?

[dogwood]

[ It's weird because normally Jun would be able to tell if this constant nicknaming is for the purposes of flirting or something else, but right now he can't. Which makes it weird. To say nothing of the whole robot affair. ]

...no thanks. [ Uhh. ] You can tell me about yourself instead.

[metalcrusher]

[A chance given and declined... Who denies an opportunity to talk about themselves? Mettaton's screen goes solid yellow, blinks to red, then back to yellow. He's made himself known and Jun is still reluctant to share more about himself, giving Mettaton that he's the shy, reserved type.

He crosses his arms.] VERY WELL. IF I CAN'T GET MORE INSIGHT INTO YOUR DESIRES NOW... OTHER OPPORTUNITIES AWAIT US! I GUARANTEE IT. NO NEED TO RUSH THINGS. FOR NOW, I'VE BUSINESS TO ATTEND TO. A STAR NEVER RESTS. [He waves animatedly at Jun, then wheels off and out the door, never once turning around.] TOODLES!

[dogwood]

Okay...

[ Crisis averted. Jun waves half-heartedly at his back. ]